Two poems by Theresa

In the pain and desolation of illness, love triumphs. Every life is sacred, precious and of infinite value.

Swimming out against the tide

Swimming out against the tide,
Through the darkness, velvet cold waves,
Wash this body clean.

All feeling slowly dying,
No second thoughts now, 
Ocean receive this sickness!

Desperate act, not understood
By those free to walk this world
Solid and sound in body.

Take from her then
This illness that has no end.
Embrace degeneration, loss of 
freedom, hope.

And know that this last act
Has a raw and brutal beauty.
No coward’s exit in the freezing seas.

She simply could no longer bear
To feel so ill and not to die
The sea always beckoning, beckoning,
 beckoning.

Swimming back towards the shore

Swimming back towards the shore,
Come Lord Jesus
Wash this body clean.

All fear, fading, fading,
Come Holy Spirit
Bear me on your wing!

Floating in the lightness of His Spirit, 
Broken, fractured child
He is healing you.

Lost orphan, Father’s joy,
In the darkness
He enfolds you.

Wonderful mystery,
His strength is made perfect
In your weakness.

You are His beloved,
Always He is beckoning
Come to me, come to me.